There, there is neither mine nor thine; white are the teeth there, black the eyebrows; a delight to the eye is the number of our hosts; every cheek there is the colour of the foxglove. Sweet warm streams flow through the land, choice mead and wine; matchless people without blemish, conception without sin, without lust. We see everyone on all sides, and no one sees us; it is the darkness of Adams trespass that hides us from the multitudes. (23)